||[Jul. 24th, 2006|11:01 pm]
so i was asked once, "do you believe in Santa?"|
i responded, "Pehaps"
"But the one thing i cannot get over is why he would eat do poorly knowing full well that he is jeapordizing his health, therefore his life, therefore his job. not to mention the plethora of helpless imaginations pledging allegiance to His Bag and His Mighty Flight of Altruism. All those little dreams waiting with baited breath for him to bestow future garage sale wares upon them and make them real. And what of Mrs Claus? is she to be granted endowment for never being able to meet a man that would possibly live with her in that climate and remain so damn jolly?
"Well, perhaps caloric intake and cholesterol don't matter to a man who can cram 375 pounds of warm milk and cookies (nevermind the handful of pot brownies left by Tim Leary's tree over the years) down every single chimney of household upholding a belief in him. And all in roughly 3-5 hours depending on flight conditions and elvin production and efficiency (first or second shift). either way, he shouldn't be so thoughtless. I would hate to see the reindeer have to wile away going from foster home to foster home until finally snapping and inviting rudolph to a game of russian roulette."